Title: Strawberries and Black Pepper
Author: Broken Music Box
Rating: PG
Summery: Ryou's thoughts as he is neglected by everyone.
A/N: Okay, I know this one is a little weird. Any reviews welcome.
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Scrub. And wash. Take no notice that the hot water is turning your pale hands red. Just try and rid the white fabric of the blood. Yes, the blood must come out of the cloth and disappear. No one is allowed to see what clumsy little you has done. They must not! Yes, the blood must be scrubbed away.
"What are you doing?"
"Washing."
Answer simply and truthfully, because that's what you're doing. You're trying to cleanse the fabric. Ignore the intruder with the tri coloured hair and don't look at him. Submerge your hands in the hot water again and rub at the stain with soap and a scrubbing brush, Breath deeply and keep going, because the Pharaoh has a habit of standing quietly and just watching. And then talking and talking and talking until you start talking too, and tell him all your secrets.
"Why?"
Why? Because the shirt is dirty. And because it's dirty, it must be cleaned. Especially since what makes it dirty is blood. Blood is bad. More so when it's on white material. Don't forget the dirt on it. That makes it dirty as well. But it was already dirty because it had blood on it. Or was it? The dirt and the blood got on it at the same time. So, what made it dirty first?
"It's unclean."
Don't flinch as Yami looks over your shoulder, because he just wants to see what a good job you're doing. Don't step away, either. It would be terribly rude, and you're not rude. Just keep washing the shirt to get rid of the blood.
"Ryou, it's clean."
Try not to look lost as he takes the shirt from you. Smile.